Sabers Apollo /+

[The Doctor]

Sabers Apollo /+, son of Saber Bey and Gamarief, passed away this evening due to complications from colic, at the age of 22. Rest in peace, our beloved son.

[Captain Jim]

Don't ye know that all good horses and good dogs go to heaven, and if we turn out to be half the people that they thought we were, we'll see them again.

Condolences, mate.

[Rumba Rue]

Tis sad thing to loose a beloved animal. But he died at a grand age and his service to you I hope was just as grand.

[lady snow]

you have my deepest sympathies. at least you will always have your fond memories.

[The Doctor]

Thank you, my fellow equestians. I am graced to have known and shown Apollo. He taught me so much, and we won so many classes together! He was, in my mind, the perfect Arabian horse. Intelligent, skilled, and talented. I could say that it shouldn't have happened this way, but I don't know any other way it could have happened. He passed quickly and humanely. I closed his eyes and mouth, and gave him Last Rights in Spanish; the grooms broke down in tears, mourning the passing of "El Caballo Rojo Magnifico".

An era has ended. Long live Apollo!

[callenish gunner]

sorry to read of your loss lad ....but he had a true friend in you and let's hope the day comes when you get to see him again ....and rides the heavens with him :)

[Mimi Foxmorton]

I know not o' hea'en, sir...but, I do know the Pirate Ship Sea Grace

t' bring great comfort t' all who say farewell t' a four legged friend an' companion.....

Past th' very edge o' th' horizon

where no live mate may dwell

stands a pirate ship that's oh, so grand

or, so the legends tell.

She floats in clear blue waters

off th' sands o' a tropical beach.

And try as we might t' find her

'tis out o' th' live pirate's reach.

Her name be th' pirate ship Sea Grace

and her one great job it be

t' welcome th' fur an' th' hearts an' th' paws

o' our four legged friends gone t' sea.

They frolic an' tussle an' bound forth.

They pillage an' plunder it be true.

For th' ache in their ol' bones has left them.

And now they be waitin' for you.

For when an ol' pirate takes his last breath

and crosses that far distant sea

th' Sea Grace will be there for welcome

an' yer fine matey will be there t' greet ye.

Together again for eternity.

Your Jolly Jack flyin' wit' pride.

Th' wind in yer hair an' a tongue on yer face

in your pirate ship fore'er side by side.

MLRF '04

May ye finds a small comfort in knowin'....an' an e'en greater comfort in believin'...

~Foxmorton

[Aurore Devareaux]

My deepest sympathies to you, sir. The loss of such noble compainonship is a wretching of the soul. That his angst was short lived is but a small reprieve to his absence. May he now dwell peacefully within the comradery of all the greatest four legged brethren that paved the road afore him.

[Ransom]

I can't believe I missed this post!

Jack, the sentiments may be late, but I'm sorry you lost your good friend. I too lost my little arab gelding to colic when he was 19. It is gut-wrenching, yet you will always have your memories, and if you're anything like me, you'll have lots of pictures of Apollo to treasure.